The beauty of life was due to the fragility of it all, each moment was fleeting, you couldn't relive any one moment and even if you could experience it again it would leave a bittersweet taste in your mouth as you could never really experience it truly in the same way. Why? Well, because you entered the situation with the information you had learned stepping into the future. The only way is forward, for better for good.
The beauty of life is the contact you make with others, none quite the same. This person could be like that person but to say they were identical? Many would agree that would be false.
Yet you were feeling a sense of De Ja Vu. Dionysus had warned you to never be suspicious of his son, usually, you would be suspicious of the king of madness but he had asked you so earnestly.That was another beauty of life, for the mortals and even the immortals there was a need for trust but also the need to live life as earnestly as possible. You contemplated all this in your makeshift prison. Jimin had kindly asked that you should never leave the home because that would mean you would be found out. You missed the noise of traffic and brushing past human bodies in the streets, you missed how irritation used to tug at you when stuck behind an unusually slow pedestrian. You even missed the clatter of the office. You were missing out on life and it made you melancholy.
If only you knew how to control your powers, if only you were able to disguise yourself. You didn't know how many days had passed, especially since you had last seen Jin. You knew you would be able to talk to Jin again if only...
Taehyung wondered in with Jungkook, surprisingly they were the only two who seemed to empathise with your situation, they visited as often as they could between work. They encouraged you to eat and told you not to worry too much about everything. Everything had a habit of fixing itself in the long run.
"You look brighter this morning." Jungkook started flashing you a winning smile. You couldn't help but smile back albeit tiredly.
Taehyung noticed how your eyes would wander to the window. You had accidentally created yourself a garden with all the flowers that bloomed around you, it just seemed like everywhere you went so did a garden.
"I want to go outside." You muttered mostly to yourself.
Jungkook also followed your gaze...of course, you did. You had been plucked from your life and placed in another. They noticed how both of you seemed to be struggling with the adjustment. Jin lost his bounce, he didn't seem to care much about what was going on in the office. They had caught him asking you for something for him to realise you weren't there. As for you, your isolation felt especially cruel. They did it to protect you, but when they saw you guilt would eat at them and make them wonder if they're being unnecessarily harsh with you. Your eyes would pool with sadness every time you would glance at the window, as your irises reflected the mournful winter scene outside.
"I will be okay if I go outside." You muttered again.
The problem was the home was a haven not only for you but for the gods to answer prayers and perform their duties without interference from the Olympians. Hosoek and Jimin had worked together to create it. It existed in between, it existed between night and day and the sea and heavens, existed between blinks, and the flash lightning and the clap of thunder. It existed in between. It was barely strung up by time and space. That's why you had remained more or less undetected. This was the young men's safe haven. They had created this home to shield them from suspecting mortals but instead, it was a refuge from Olympia.
Jungkook turned to Taehyung pleadingly. He felt especially bad for you. Taehyuhg had tried to ignore him as he quietly fussed around you. He liked plucking the flowers and arranging them in vases, sometimes you would join in with a studious and concentrated precision, but not today. Instead, your eyes wouldn't stray to that damned window. Only moments later Jimin appeared.
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The Cursed Sons of Dionysus
Fanfiction"It will be seven that will be your undoing and it will be eight who will rise for the revolution" You thought you had escaped your past...But how can you escape the past when you've forgotten it? 🚨 WARNING🚨 This is extremely smutty! Like very smu...